"I am the True Vine," said our Lord, "and ye,
My brethren, are the branches;" and that Vine,
Then first uplifted in its place, and hung
With its first purple grapes, since then has grown,
Until its green leaves gladden half the world;
And from its countless clusters, rivers flow
For healing of the nations; and its boughs
Innumerable stretch through all the earth,
Ever increasing, ever each entwined
With each,—all living from the Central Heart.
Poems
CHRIST THE VINE
From the June 1888 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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